Chapter 881

Chapter 881:

Her phone buzzed—a message from Cristian. He had been messaging her earlier, but she hadn’t responded while dealing with Jade. “What’s wrong?” Fernanda typed, “I’m so lonely,” but paused, finding it too dramatic and self-pitying. She didn’t want to burden others with her negative emotions, especially not Cristian.

Yet, she desperately wanted to ask someone—anyone—what she had done wrong and why nobody wanted her. Why did she always feel so isolated?

Fernanda erased the message, retyped it, and deleted it again, repeating the cycle until she finally sent, “Everything’s fine.”

Cristian stared at the message, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Everything was fine? It couldn’t be.

She was clearly holding back, and this left him deeply unsettled. Fernanda had told him she was visiting Silendale because her grandmother had passed, but she had only shared the facts. She hadn’t spoken about her feelings or what she was truly experiencing.

Cristian felt restless. Fernanda was not one to dwell on problems. If she was acting this way, something was definitely off.

In the evening, Fernanda and the Coopers went to a quiet dinner at a local restaurant. After the meal, they discussed where Fernanda would stay. Toby’s house had no guest room, so he suggested she stay with Felipa.

But Jade tugged at her mother’s sleeve, clearly against the idea. Felipa smiled awkwardly and suggested that, since Sarai’s house was larger, Fernanda could stay there.

Sarai, however, mentioned that her husband returned home late and made quite a bit of noise. Their two children were boisterous—hardly the ideal conditions for a guest.

Their conversation carried through the silent night, sounding like casual chatter to any passersby who didn’t give it much thought.

Fernanda suggested staying at a hotel to avoid any inconvenience. The group looked her way, but all they could see was her silhouette standing in the shadows of the porch. Her back was to the light, and her expression was obscured.

Mor shapters on 𝔾Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν. ℭo𝓂

Toby offered to book a hotel for her, but she informed him she had already made a reservation and would head there directly later on.

The others accepted this without much objection, wishing her a restful night ahead of the funeral preparations the next day.

Fernanda declined Toby’s offer to drive her to the hotel, noting it was only a short walk away.

As they dispersed, Fernanda found herself alone.

Silendale was a stark contrast to Esaham. There were no glaring neon lights or sprawling cityscapes here, just the subtle glow of shop windows that lit sections of the street, leaving shadows in between.

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